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A glória suprema consiste em quebrar a resistência do inimigo sem lutar."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vida que às costas me levas&lt;br /&gt;porque não dás um corpo às tuas trevas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não dás um som àquela voz&lt;br /&gt;que quer rasgar o teu silêncio em nós?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não dás à pálpebra que pede&lt;br /&gt;aquele olhar que em ti se perde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não dás vestidos à nudez&lt;br /&gt;que só tu vês?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natália Correia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-7227325723028352495?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/7227325723028352495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Sonhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Se eu pudesse sonhar? Ah! posso ainda&lt;br /&gt;       Sonhar... se for contigo!&lt;br /&gt;Sempre! sempre a meu lado, imagem linda...&lt;br /&gt;A noite é longa... vem falar comigo!&lt;br /&gt;       Estende os teus cabelos...&lt;br /&gt;O céu da tua Itália, não, não brilha&lt;br /&gt;Como brilham meus sonhos, vagos, belos,&lt;br /&gt;Se me falas à noite em sonhos, filha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antero de Quental&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-7048586810622825875?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/7048586810622825875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=7048586810622825875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/7048586810622825875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/7048586810622825875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2007/05/sonhar.html' title='Sonhar'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-1731652967593595627</id><published>2007-05-25T23:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:02:54.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Genial</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRGOfN_lS8M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRGOfN_lS8M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-1731652967593595627?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/1731652967593595627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=1731652967593595627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/1731652967593595627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/1731652967593595627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2007/05/genial.html' title='Genial'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-3920554661205633616</id><published>2007-05-25T22:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:58:09.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartas de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Todas as cartas de amor são ridículas. Mas, afinal, só as criaturas que nunca escreveram cartas de amor é que são ridículas." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-3920554661205633616?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/3920554661205633616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=3920554661205633616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/3920554661205633616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/3920554661205633616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-116350082750258313</id><published>2006-11-14T10:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:40:27.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Our WORLD</title><content type='html'>Just think of all those hungry mouths we have to feed&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at all the suffering we breed&lt;br /&gt;So many lonely faces scattered all around&lt;br /&gt;Searching for what they need.&lt;br /&gt;Is this the world we created&lt;br /&gt;What did we do it for&lt;br /&gt;Is this the world we invaded&lt;br /&gt;Against the law&lt;br /&gt;So it seems in the end&lt;br /&gt;Is this what we're all living for today&lt;br /&gt;The world that we created.&lt;br /&gt;You know that everyday a helpless child is born&lt;br /&gt;Who needs some loving care inside a happy home&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere a wealthy man is sitting on his throne&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for life to go by.&lt;br /&gt;Is this the world we created, we made it on our own&lt;br /&gt;Is this the world we devasted, right to the bone&lt;br /&gt;If there's a God in the sky looking down&lt;br /&gt;What can he think of what we've done&lt;br /&gt;To the world that He created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-116350082750258313?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/116350082750258313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=116350082750258313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/116350082750258313'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;We can assign to happiness &lt;br /&gt;The past experience revived in the meaning &lt;br /&gt;Is not the experience of one life only &lt;br /&gt;But of many generations &lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting something that is probably quite ineffable &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRIZABELLA: &lt;br /&gt;Moonlight &lt;br /&gt;Turn your face to the moonlight &lt;br /&gt;Let your memory lead you &lt;br /&gt;Open up, enter in &lt;br /&gt;If you find there the meaning of what happiness is &lt;br /&gt;Then a new life will begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-116341473535204901?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/116341473535204901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Desabafos</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Amo-te tanto que te não sei amar, amo tanto o teu corpo e o que em ti não é o teu corpo que não compreendo porque nos perdemos se a cada passo te encontro, se sempre ao beijar-te beijei mais do que a carne de que és fita, se o nosso casamento definhou de mocidade como os outros de velhice, se depois de ti a minha solidão incha do teu cheiro, do entusiasmo dos teus projectos e do redondo das tuas nádegas, se sufoco da ternura de que não consigo falar, aqui neste momento, amos, me despeço e te chamo sabendo que não virás e desejando que venhas do mesmo modo que, como diz Molero, um cego espera os olhos que encomendou pelo correio. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;António Lobo Antunes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115943549828305920?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115936986825762700</id><published>2006-09-27T16:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T16:11:08.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fugir</title><content type='html'>É simplismente incrivel como é que as pessoas conseguem fazer com que outras não possam viver à sua maneira. &lt;br /&gt;Inconscientemente há certas atitudes que são influenciadas pelo "castramento" feito ao longo dos anos. Mesmo que se tente lutar contra este, não é possível. As pessoas resignam-se ao facto de não ser possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os exemplos que nós tiramos da nossa infância\adolescência são usados ao longo de toda a nossa vida e muito dificilmenete nos vamos conseguir abstrair deles. Quer queiramos quer não, eles existem e estão presentes no nosso dia-a-dia. Fujamos então deles. Fujamos para longe. Fujamos sem eles. Fujamos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115936986825762700?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115936986825762700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115936986825762700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115936986825762700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115936986825762700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/09/fugir.html' title='Fugir'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115884401607468720</id><published>2006-09-21T14:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T14:06:56.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Blinding Ligths</title><content type='html'>The more you see the less you know&lt;br /&gt;The less you find out as you grow&lt;br /&gt;I knew much more then than I do now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neon heart, day-glow eyes&lt;br /&gt;The city lit by fireflies&lt;br /&gt;They're advertising in the skies&lt;br /&gt;And people like us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to leave the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you look so beautiful tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think before you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Look ugly in a photograph&lt;br /&gt;Flash bulbs, purple irises the camera can't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you walk unafraid&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you in the clothes you've made&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the beauty inside of me?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the beauty I had inside of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to leave the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you look so beautiful tonight...tonight&lt;br /&gt;In the city of blinding lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time...time....time...won't leave me as I am&lt;br /&gt;But time won't take the boy out of this man&lt;br /&gt;Oh you look so beautiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;Oh you look so beautiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;Oh you look so beautiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115884401607468720?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115884401607468720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115884401607468720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115884401607468720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115884401607468720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/09/city-of-blinding-ligths.html' title='City of Blinding Ligths'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115876396718443561</id><published>2006-09-20T15:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T15:52:47.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Triste</title><content type='html'>Coitado! que em um tempo choro e rio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coitado! que em um tempo choro e rio;&lt;br /&gt;Espero e temo, quero e aborreço;&lt;br /&gt;Juntamente me alegro e entristeço;&lt;br /&gt;Du~a cousa confio e desconfio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voo sem asas; estou cego e guio;&lt;br /&gt;E no que valho mais menos mereço.&lt;br /&gt;Calo e dou vozes, falo e emudeço,&lt;br /&gt;Nada me contradiz, e eu aporfio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria, se ser pudesse, o impossível;&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder mudar-me e estar quedo;&lt;br /&gt;Usar de liberdade e estar cativo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria que visto fosse e invisível;&lt;br /&gt;Queira desenredar-me e mais me enredo:&lt;br /&gt;Tais os extremos em que triste vivo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camões&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115876396718443561?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115876396718443561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115876396718443561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115876396718443561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115876396718443561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/09/triste.html' title='Triste'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115831833245795006</id><published>2006-09-15T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T12:05:32.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Azeite Gallo. A cantar desde 1919.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;br /&gt;Tirem-me a vista.&lt;br /&gt;Tirem-me para sempre a luz de Lisboa, tirem-me as encostas do Douro, o Tejo e o Alentejo, tirem-me a calçada dos passeios e os azulejos da parede.&lt;br /&gt;Tirem-me o ouvido.&lt;br /&gt;Tirem-me para sempre o choro da guitarra e o pranto do fadista, tirem-me os pregões das mulheres do bulhão e a pronúncia de norte a sul, tirem-me a fúria de espuma das ondas e o grito do golo.&lt;br /&gt;Tirem-me o tacto.&lt;br /&gt;Tirem-me para sempre o sol de Inverno a bater na cara, tirem-me o barro a ganhar forma entre os dedos, tirem-me o rosto queimado da minha mãe e a mão áspera do meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;Tirem-me tudo isto, mas não me tirem o gosto.&lt;br /&gt;Porque se eu ainda for capaz de saborear a alheira a rebentar de sabor, ou o bacalhau com todos a nadar em azeite, serei capaz de dizer, se não me tirarem a fala, que estou em Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115831833245795006?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115831833245795006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115831833245795006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115831833245795006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115831833245795006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/09/azeite-gallo-cantar-desde-1919.html' title='Azeite Gallo. A cantar desde 1919.'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115745531009000797</id><published>2006-09-05T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T12:21:50.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady in red</title><content type='html'>I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight &lt;br /&gt;I've never seen you shine so bright &lt;br /&gt;I've never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance &lt;br /&gt;They're looking for a little romance, given half a chance &lt;br /&gt;I have never seen that dress you're wearing &lt;br /&gt;Or the highlights in your head that catch your eyes I have been blind &lt;br /&gt;The lady in red is dancing with me cheek to cheek &lt;br /&gt;There's nobody here, it's just you and me, It's where I wanna be &lt;br /&gt;But I hardly know this beauty by my side &lt;br /&gt;I'll never for get, the way you look tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight &lt;br /&gt;I've never seen you shine so bright you were amazing &lt;br /&gt;I've never seen so many people want to be there by your side &lt;br /&gt;And when you turned to me and smiled, It took my breath away &lt;br /&gt;I have never had such a feeling &lt;br /&gt;Such a feeling of complete and utter love, as I do tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you look tonight &lt;br /&gt;I never will forget, the way you look tonight &lt;br /&gt;The lady in red &lt;br /&gt;The lady in red &lt;br /&gt;The lady in red &lt;br /&gt;My lady in red (I love you.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris de Burgh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115745531009000797?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115745531009000797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115745531009000797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115745531009000797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115745531009000797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/09/lady-in-red.html' title='Lady in red'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115702132328083325</id><published>2006-08-31T11:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T11:48:43.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os valores</title><content type='html'>Os valores em termos abstractos correspondem a critérios a partir dos quais se constroem as características do acto de valoração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As acções humanas, ou acções do homem, são pensadas e executadas tendo como referência os valores interiorizados pelo indivíduo, mas estabelecidos pela cultura ou sociedade em que este vive.&lt;br /&gt;O valor, como critério e qualidade na conduta do indivíduo, é adquirido no processo de enculturação e socialização a que o indivíduo foi sujeito desde a nascença. Reveste o comportamento humano de características próprias relacionadas com a tomada de posições e a operação de escolhas como condição para o equilíbrio social do indivíduo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os valores necessitam de suportes para existir. Eles existem na relação entre o indivíduo e as coisas, acontecimentos, situações, entre outros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115702132328083325?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115702132328083325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115702132328083325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115702132328083325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115702132328083325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/08/os-valores.html' title='Os valores'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115702128914898454</id><published>2006-08-31T11:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T11:48:09.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A acção humana ou actos humanos</title><content type='html'>A acção humana, ou actos humanos, compreende o conjunto de actos pensados pelo homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caracteriza-se pela interferência de um agente numa dada situação, modificando o curso dos acontecimentos; o agente opera motivado, no âmbito de um projecto, visando um objectivo. A acção é executada de forma consciente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O indivíduo é livre nas suas escolhas e igualmente responsável perante os outros pelas causas; como é livre o sujeito reconhece-se nas suas acções.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115702128914898454?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115702128914898454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115702128914898454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115702128914898454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115702128914898454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/08/aco-humana-ou-actos-humanos.html' title='A acção humana ou actos humanos'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115634470619229955</id><published>2006-08-23T15:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T15:51:46.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonita</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Primeiro foram as mãos que me disseram&lt;br /&gt;que ali havia gente de verdade&lt;br /&gt;depois fugi-te pelo corpo acima&lt;br /&gt;medi-te na boca a intensidade &lt;br /&gt;senti que ali dentro havia um tigre&lt;br /&gt;naquele repouso havia movimento&lt;br /&gt;olhei-te e no sol havia pedras&lt;br /&gt;parámos ambos como se parasse o tempo&lt;br /&gt;parámos ambos como se parasse o tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é tão dificil encontrar pessoas assim bonitas&lt;br /&gt;é tão dificil encontrar pessoas assim bonitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atrevi-me a mergulhar nos teus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;respirando o espanto que me deras&lt;br /&gt;ali havia força havia fogo&lt;br /&gt;havia a memória que aprenderas&lt;br /&gt;senti no corpo todo um arrepio&lt;br /&gt;senti nas veias um fogo esquecido&lt;br /&gt;percebemos num minuto a vida toda &lt;br /&gt;sem nada te dizer ficaste ali comigo&lt;br /&gt;sem nada te dizer ficaste ali comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é tão dificil encontrar pessoas assim bonitas&lt;br /&gt;é tão dificil encontrar pessoas assim bonitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falavas de projectos e futuro&lt;br /&gt;de coisas banais frivolidades&lt;br /&gt;mas quando me sorriste parou tudo&lt;br /&gt;problemas do mundo enormidades&lt;br /&gt;senti que um rio parava e o nevoeiro&lt;br /&gt;vestia nos teus dedos capa e espada&lt;br /&gt;queria tanto que um olhar bastasse&lt;br /&gt;e não fosse no fundo preciso&lt;br /&gt;queria tanto que um olhar bastasse&lt;br /&gt;e não fosse preciso dizer nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é tão dificil encontrar pessoas assim bonitas&lt;br /&gt;é tão dificil encontrar pessoas assim pessoas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Barroso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115634470619229955?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115634470619229955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115634470619229955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115634470619229955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115634470619229955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/08/bonita.html' title='Bonita'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115623767417382239</id><published>2006-08-22T10:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T10:07:54.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorriso</title><content type='html'>Um sorriso é saudável&lt;br /&gt;E ao ser humano é preciso.&lt;br /&gt;Ai, como é gratificante,&lt;br /&gt;Ver à chegada um sorriso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euclides Cavaco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115623767417382239?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115623767417382239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115623767417382239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115623767417382239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115623767417382239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/08/sorriso.html' title='Sorriso'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115623694036819037</id><published>2006-08-22T09:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T09:55:40.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quando me quer enganar&lt;br /&gt;A minha bela perjura,&lt;br /&gt;Pera mais me confirmar&lt;br /&gt;O que quer certificar,&lt;br /&gt;Pelos seus olhos mo jura.&lt;br /&gt;Como meu contentamento&lt;br /&gt;Todo se rege por eles,&lt;br /&gt;Imagina o pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Que se faz agravo a eles&lt;br /&gt;Não crer tão grão juramento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém, como em casos tais&lt;br /&gt;Ando já visto e corrente,&lt;br /&gt;Sem outros certos sinais,&lt;br /&gt;Quanto me ela jura mais,&lt;br /&gt;Tanto mais cuido que mente.&lt;br /&gt;Então, vendo-lhe ofender&lt;br /&gt;Uns tais olhos como aqueles,&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-me antes tudo crer,&lt;br /&gt;Só pela não constranger&lt;br /&gt;A jurar falso por eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Luís de Camões&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115623694036819037?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115623694036819037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115623694036819037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115623694036819037'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://www.nrossiter.supanet.com/ylg/Setubal,%20Portugal,%20March%201999,%202s%20flight.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115617656764883624?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115617656764883624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115617656764883624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115617656764883624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115617656764883624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/08/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115573611734266793</id><published>2006-08-16T14:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T14:48:37.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jovens e Velhos</title><content type='html'>"Os jovens são mais aptos para inventar do que para julgar, mais aptos para a execução do que para o assessoramento, e mais aptos para novos projetos do que para atividades já estabelecidas; porque a experiência da idade em coisas que estejam ao alcance dessa idade os dirige; mas em coisas novas, os maltrata. (...) Os jovens, na conduta e na administração dos atos, abraçam mais do que podem segurar, agitam mais do que podem acalmar; voam para o fim sem consideração para com os meios e os graus; perseguem absurdamente alguns princípios com que toparam por acaso; não se importam em "(isto é, em como)" inovar, o que provoca transtornos desconhecidos. (...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os homens maduros fazem objeções demais, demoram-se demais em consultas, arriscam-se muito pouco, arrependem-se cedo demais e raramente levam o empreendimento até o fim, mas se contentam com uma mediocridade de sucesso. Não há dúvida de que é bom forçar o emprego de ambos (...), porque as virtudes de qualquer um deles poderão corrigir os defeitos dos dois." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francis Bacon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115573611734266793?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115573611734266793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115573611734266793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115573611734266793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115573611734266793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/08/jovens-e-velhos.html' title='Jovens e Velhos'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115505716104287648</id><published>2006-08-08T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T18:12:41.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid</title><content type='html'>Hey now, all you children&lt;br /&gt;Leave your lights on&lt;br /&gt;You better leave your lights on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's a monster&lt;br /&gt;Livin' under my bed&lt;br /&gt;Whisperin' in my ear&lt;br /&gt;And there's an angel&lt;br /&gt;With her hand on my head&lt;br /&gt;She say I got nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;There's a darkness&lt;br /&gt;Livin' deep in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Still got a purpose to serve&lt;br /&gt;So let your light shine&lt;br /&gt;Deep into my hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everlast - Put your ligths on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115505716104287648?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115505716104287648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115505716104287648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115505716104287648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115505716104287648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/08/afraid.html' title='Afraid'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115468847048460665</id><published>2006-08-04T11:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T11:47:50.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why? What? Where? Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just aint the same, always new change &lt;br /&gt;New days are strange, is the world insane? &lt;br /&gt;If love and peace is so strong, &lt;br /&gt;Why are there pieces if love that dont belong? &lt;br /&gt;Nations droppin bombs chemical gases fillin lungs of lil ones &lt;br /&gt;With ongoin\' sufferin\' as the youth die young. &lt;br /&gt;So ask yourself is the lovin really gone? &lt;br /&gt;So i could ask myself really what is goin wrong &lt;br /&gt;In this world that we livin in, people keep on givin in &lt;br /&gt;Makin wrong decisions only visions of the vivid ends. &lt;br /&gt;Not respectin\' each other, deny they brother &lt;br /&gt;A war is goin on but the reason is undercover, &lt;br /&gt;The truth is kept secret, its swept under the rug, &lt;br /&gt;If you never know truth then you never know love. &lt;br /&gt;Where\'s the love yall?cmon(I don\' know) &lt;br /&gt;Where\'s the truth yall?cmon(I don\' know) &lt;br /&gt;Where\'s the love yall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Eye Peas - Where is the Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115468847048460665?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115468847048460665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115468847048460665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115468847048460665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115468847048460665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-what-where-who.html' title='Why? What? Where? Who?'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115467913958061420</id><published>2006-08-04T09:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T09:12:19.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esconderijo</title><content type='html'>Se pudéssemos limpar as portas da percepção, tudo se revelaria ao homem como é: infinito. Pois o homem fechou-se em si mesmo, e agora vê todas as coisas pelas frestas de onde vive enfurnado.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115467913958061420?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115467913958061420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115467913958061420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115467913958061420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115467913958061420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/08/esconderijo.html' title='Esconderijo'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115460973922004325</id><published>2006-08-03T13:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T13:56:23.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pôr do Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sandralberto.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Por%20do%20Sol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://sandralberto.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Por%20do%20Sol.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amor não é louco. Sabe muito bem o que faz, e nunca, nunca, age sem motivo. Loucos somos nós, que insistimos em querer entendê-lo no plano da razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina Colasanti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115460973922004325?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115460973922004325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115460973922004325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115460973922004325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115460973922004325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/08/pr-do-sol.html' title='Pôr do Sol'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115443889143449870</id><published>2006-08-01T14:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T15:29:59.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guerras e mais Guerras II</title><content type='html'>Será que DEUS não anda farto de usarem o nome dele para fazerem as guerras?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115443889143449870?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115443889143449870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115443889143449870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115443889143449870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115443889143449870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/08/guerras-e-mais-guerras-ii.html' title='Guerras e mais Guerras II'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115443875323126865</id><published>2006-08-01T14:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T14:25:53.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guerras e mais Guerras</title><content type='html'>Israel - Líbano&lt;br /&gt;Síria - Israel&lt;br /&gt;Síria - Estados Unidos&lt;br /&gt;Estados Unidos - Irão&lt;br /&gt;Irão - Israel&lt;br /&gt;Irão - Inglaterra&lt;br /&gt;Inglaterra - Síria&lt;br /&gt;Inglaterra &amp; Estados Unidos - Síria &amp; Irão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal de contas qual destas é a verdadeira guerra?&lt;br /&gt;Nós sabemos qual é a verdadeira guerra, resta saber se eles sabem que nós sabemos. Será que eles pensam que nós somos ingénuos ao ponto de não saber o que se passa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115443875323126865?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115443875323126865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115443875323126865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115443875323126865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115443875323126865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/08/guerras-e-mais-guerras.html' title='Guerras e mais Guerras'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115443809717100119</id><published>2006-08-01T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T14:14:57.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para bom entendedor meia palavra basta</title><content type='html'>Por mais que larguem os braços&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que soltem amarras&lt;br /&gt;E que se tapem as covas&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que rasguem os quadros &lt;br /&gt;Por mais que queimem as leis &lt;br /&gt;E que os costumes esmoreçam &lt;br /&gt;Por mais que arrasem as feras &lt;br /&gt;E que os papões arrefeçam &lt;br /&gt;E que as bruxas se convertam&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que riam as caras &lt;br /&gt;E que ternura se esqueça &lt;br /&gt;Por mais que o amor prevaleça &lt;br /&gt;Vocês Fizeram os dias assim! &lt;br /&gt;Não nos venham pedir contas&lt;br /&gt;Não venham pôr-nos regras &lt;br /&gt;Sabemos que os nossos dias&lt;br /&gt;Não vão ser gastos assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trovante&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115443809717100119?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115443809717100119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115443809717100119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115443809717100119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115443809717100119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/08/para-bom-entendedor-meia-palavra-basta.html' title='Para bom entendedor meia palavra basta'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115443550405415371</id><published>2006-08-01T13:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T13:31:44.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite</title><content type='html'>There can be only one substance with an identical attribute, and existence follows from its nature; its nature, therefore, involves existence, either as finite or infinite. It does not exist as finite, for it would then be limited by something else of the same kind, which would also necessarily exist; and there would be two substances with an identical attribute, which is absurd. It therefore exists as infinite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benedict de Spinoza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115443550405415371?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115443550405415371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115443550405415371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115443550405415371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115443550405415371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/08/infinite.html' title='Infinite'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115408621795159782</id><published>2006-07-28T12:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:30:17.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivia Lum</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Professor qual é a diferença entre as pessoas ricas e as pessoas pobres?&lt;br /&gt;- A diferença é o educação. Se tiveres conhecimento tens poder. Conhecimento é poder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É atravês de exemplos como este que sabemos que é possível vencer na vida. Basta querer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115408621795159782?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115408621795159782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115408621795159782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115408621795159782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115408621795159782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/07/olivia-lum.html' title='Olivia Lum'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115408601295633129</id><published>2006-07-28T12:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:26:52.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>História de sucesso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://campaigns.discovery-asiapac.com/crossing/seasia/olivialum/index.html"&gt;Uma menina pobre e uma ideia foi quanto bastou para aparecer uma mulher rica e realizada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115408601295633129?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115408601295633129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115408601295633129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115408601295633129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115408601295633129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/07/histria-de-sucesso.html' title='História de sucesso'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115400390689798472</id><published>2006-07-27T13:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:38:26.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Caímos tão fundo que atrever-se a proclamar aquilo que é óbvio se transformou em dever de todo o ser inteligente."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Orwell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115400390689798472?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115400390689798472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115400390689798472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115400390689798472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115400390689798472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/07/humanidade.html' title='Humanidade'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115394445823512949</id><published>2006-07-26T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:09:12.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romance, who loves to nod and sing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With drowsy head and folded wing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Among the green leaves as they shake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Far down within some shadowy lake,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To me a painted paroquet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hath been- a most familiar bird-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taught me my alphabet to say-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To lisp my very earliest word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While in the wild wood I did lie,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A child- with a most knowing eye. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of late, eternal Condor years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So shake the very Heaven on high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With tumult as they thunder by,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no time for idle cares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through gazing on the unquiet sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when an hour with calmer wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its down upon my spirit flings-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That little time with lyre and rhyme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To while away- forbidden things!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart would feel to be a crime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unless it trembled with the strings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115394445823512949?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115394445823512949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115394445823512949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115394445823512949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115394445823512949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/07/romance.html' title='Romance'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115392082782131993</id><published>2006-07-26T14:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T14:34:51.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>A vida só é bem vivida quando existe amor.&lt;br /&gt;Amar é permitir que alguém sinta aquilo que nós sentimos. Amar é ver na outra pessoa aquilo que nós queríamos ter e não temos.&lt;br /&gt;Amar é ter alguém que nos de luta e nos faça viver da melhor maneira possível.&lt;br /&gt;Amar é o Santo Graal da vida, aquele que muitos procuram durante toda uma vida e não encontram.&lt;br /&gt;Amar é simplesmente viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ama a vida e vive o Amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115392082782131993?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115392082782131993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115392082782131993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115392082782131993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115392082782131993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/07/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115391981510579797</id><published>2006-07-26T14:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T14:16:55.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eugenia</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Algum nunca chega a ficar doce, apodrece já no verão. É a covardia que o mantém dependurado no seu galho.Vive gente em demasia e por tempo demais fica pendurada no seu galho.Possa vir a trovoada que sacuda da árvore todos esses frutos podres e bichados!Possam vir os pregadores da morte rápida.Seriam para mim as verdadeiras trovoadas e os sacudidores da árvore da vida."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. Nietzsche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115391981510579797?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115391981510579797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115391981510579797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115391981510579797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115391981510579797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/07/eugenia.html' title='Eugenia'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115390350513217923</id><published>2006-07-26T09:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:45:05.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Existencialismo segundo Kierkegaard</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"O existencialismo nunca poderá ser uma teoria como outra qualquer, porque a existência não é, em si, susceptível de teoria. O existencialismo, para Kierkegaard, é apenas a expressão da sua própria vida e a única coisa de geral ou de universal que contém é a exortação que a todos nos dirige para que nos tornemos cristãos. A natureza deste existencialismo só poderá, portanto, ser definida em função das condições que são requeridas por um existir autêntico - existir que se deverá iniciar e intensificar seguidamente, por meio de uma reflexão capaz de fazer, de uma existência vivida, uma existência desejada e pensada. Essas condições podem reduzir-se a três: a necessidade do compromisso e do risco, o primado da subjectividade e a prova da angústia e do desespero."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;R.Jolivet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115390350513217923?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115390350513217923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115390350513217923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115390350513217923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115390350513217923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-existencialismo-segundo-kierkegaard.html' title='O Existencialismo segundo Kierkegaard'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115385867846987513</id><published>2006-07-25T21:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T21:17:58.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Luís de Camões</title><content type='html'>Os bons vi sempre passar&lt;br /&gt;No Mundo graves tormentos;&lt;br /&gt;E pera mais me espantar,&lt;br /&gt;Os maus vi sempre nadar&lt;br /&gt;Em mar de contentamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Cuidando alcançar assim&lt;br /&gt;O bem tão mal ordenado,&lt;br /&gt;Fui mau, mas fui castigado.&lt;br /&gt;Assim que, só pera mim,&lt;br /&gt;Anda o Mundo concertado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115385867846987513?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115385867846987513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115385867846987513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115385867846987513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115385867846987513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/07/lus-de-cames.html' title='Luís de Camões'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115384349379768433</id><published>2006-07-25T16:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T17:04:53.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Próxima Miss Universo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://estrelando.uol.com.br/fotos/f8984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://estrelando.uol.com.br/fotos/f8984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que se pode tornar a mulher mais linda do mundo. Com uns genes destes a probabilidade é imensa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115384349379768433?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115384349379768433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31633143&amp;postID=115384349379768433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115384349379768433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31633143/posts/default/115384349379768433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/2006/07/prxima-miss-universo.html' title='Próxima Miss Universo'/><author><name>AVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16932879494391338103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115384285561878283</id><published>2006-07-25T16:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T16:54:15.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Darwin</title><content type='html'>"As far as I can judge of myself I worked to the utmost during the voyage from the mere pleasure of investigation, and from my strong desire to add a few facts to the great mass of facts in natural science."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115384285561878283?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31633143.post-115383261312403016</id><published>2006-07-25T13:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T14:03:33.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to control myself&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stand in my way&lt;br /&gt;I've waited for the longest time&lt;br /&gt;This is what&lt;br /&gt;I wanted in my way&lt;br /&gt;Move over, move over&lt;br /&gt;There's a climax coming in my way&lt;br /&gt;Move over, move over&lt;br /&gt;There's a climax coming in my way&lt;br /&gt;I don't like you, don't compromise&lt;br /&gt;Shattered by your weakness&lt;br /&gt;Shattered by your smile&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not very fond of you, and your lies&lt;br /&gt;Shattered by your weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;Shattered by your smile&lt;br /&gt;All the kids are going back to school&lt;br /&gt;The summer's over it's the golden rule&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm coming out to play&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stand in my way&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that seemed once to be&lt;br /&gt;So important to me&lt;br /&gt;Seem so trivial now that&lt;br /&gt;I can see&lt;br /&gt;Move over, move over&lt;br /&gt;There's a climax coming my way&lt;br /&gt;I don't like you, don't compromise&lt;br /&gt;Shattered by your weakness&lt;br /&gt;Shattered by your smile&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not very fond of you, and your lies&lt;br /&gt;Shattered by your weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;Shattered by your smile&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stand in my way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31633143-115383261312403016?l=bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bury-the-hatchet.blogspot.com/feeds/115383261312403016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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